Once she understood this, an inexplicable bitterness rose in Ziyi's heart.
Her acquaintance with Lin Su had begun with the Young Lady's Tian Yao Zither that day.
Her recognition of Lin Su had begun with those unforgettable days during last year's New Year's Eve.
Her acceptance of Lin Su as her leader had been the Young Lady's dying wish.
Her decision to place the Silken Thread Pavilion's future in Lin Su's hands had stemmed from his Butterfly Transformation before the Young Lady's grave, and those bleak, mournful words: "The mountain passes are hard to cross—who pities those who have lost their way? Drifting together by chance, all are travelers in foreign lands."
The Young Lady's bones were not yet cold, and he already had someone in his heart?
Though she knew that for a man like him, lacking women would be against all reason.
Though she also accepted that the Young Lady and he had not truly counted as lovers.
Still, she knew the knot in the Young Lady's heart.
The Young Lady had gone to her eternal rest beneath the earth with unfulfilled regrets. Ziyi had always naively felt that he should sever all worldly romances and sit before the Young Lady's grave every year on the anniversary of her death. Only then would it fit her understanding of true affection in the Mortal World.
Of course, she herself knew that this thought was exceedingly naive...
Today, one of the White-clothed Fairy closest to him had come to the Silken Thread Pavilion, to the place where he and the Young Lady had truly crossed paths in the past. Ziyi's heart was a tangled, lingering mess.
The wind blew past, and she gently raised her head. "Come in!"
Ziyi led the way, with Ji Yuechi following behind, and they went